Witch Water

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I’m making my way through my Ed Lee collection. The trouble is… for every one I finish, I want to read two more!
WITCH WATER follows Stew Fanshawe’s journey from Manhattan Paraphilic, to New Hampshire Student of the Occult, and where is journey ends is the best part of the story!POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT!
I get a wonderfully sick kind of pleasure when people choose do the wrong thing! This story, from any other author, would have the protagonist playing detective, finding the evil truth, and busting the whole thing wide open – with an ending full of praise for the bad boy turned good. ‘Atta Boy’s’ & keys to the city would be showered upon him, and, you know… happily ever after…
NOT ED LEE!!
Mr. Lee drags Stew through the dirt & blood, and, they embrace his black soul like a new lover.

Things are getting a bit uncomfortable for Stew Fanshawe, and he needs to get out of Dodge for a while, at least until things cool down. His extra-curricular activities have cost him dearly – see, Stew is a serial voyeur, and he’s no longer ‘in the closet’. His wife left him, he’s paid out a fortune in settlement money, and he can feel everyone staring at him while they silently scream “Peeper!” or “Pervert!”.
Stew’s therapist recommends a vacation. His ex-wife suggests he pitch a tent in Hell, but he decides to give Haver-Towne a try instead. It’s a sedate colonial resort in New Hampshire; rich with history, home to an eclectic array of locals, and lacking in all the temptations of New York. It’s just the kind of place he needs to escape, do some soul searching, and start down the road to recovery.
The Wraxall Inn is the historic hotel he plans to call home for the duration of his stay in Haver-Towne, The Salem of New Hampshire. The 300 year old mansion is much more than it seems. After Stew meets the locals, he starts to learn that The Wraxall Inn and Haver-Towne harbor a secret that isn’t mentioned on the brochures – An incestuous warlock who sired children to be used for something far worse than sacrifice. A witch whose carnal abandon and sheer diabolism stagger even the most demented imaginations. A 300 year old mansion in whose walls are embalmed the infernal secret of…Witch-Water. All inside a town steeped in witchcraft and satanic debauchery.
It turns out that Haver-Towne is just the place to hone Stew’s paraphilic desires, especially with the historic ocular device he borrows from the Wraxall Inn’s display case. His curiosity unlocks one morbid secret after another, and reveals a history of erotopathic witches, depraved covens, sick-in-the-head sexuality, and the most grotesque method of execution ever devised.
Witch Water is a novel of immemorial curses, demonic lust, and absolutely unmitigated evil – all racing toward an ending that was totally unexpected, but an ending that I absolutely adore!